The fourth was only a young girl, and the drug had evidently affected her more strongly so I lifted her on the sofa and let her sleep.
The others were dazed at first, but as remembrance came back to them they cried and sobbed in a hysterical manner.

I was stern with them, however, and would not let them talk.

I told them that one life was bad enough to lose, and if they delayed they would sacrifice Miss Lucy.

So, sobbing and crying they went about their way, half clad as they were, and prepared fire and water.

Fortunately, the kitchen and boiler fires were still alive, and there was no lack of hot water.